Healing every Day

May 21st, 2009

Systemic Candida will steal your life, one moment at a time. It will steal it in many ways, and on all levels. It will steal your capacities mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physiologically. By stealing these aspects of “self”, it becomes an identity crisis of enormous proportions, and probably beyond your imagination. We are no longer who we used to be. We can’t think the same, as our bodies have been invaded and interfered with, our emotional balance goes out of whack because of this, our bodies begin to fail in many places, we begin to lose hope, and it is difficult to pray through the chaos. We can call it biochemically identity challenged. It’s nearly impossible to work, maintain a relationship, bring in an income, or be who we once were. And stripped of who we once were, we are in a position to try to save ourselves, with virtually no help from the conventional medical community. Some of us are lucky enough to find our way to Holistic Doctors. And, in the meantime, we try to save ourselves, our jobs, our relationships, and our own health, when we no longer have the same survival capacities we once had. Systemic Candida not only steals your life, it steals who you are, one moment at a time.

My Candida

May 21st, 2009

My case was very serious. That’s because my doctor had me on antibiotics nightly for years for treatment of my pelvic kidney. I cannot possibly relay the depth of my pain and suffering to you, but I am telling my story to help others from such a fate. One of the many horrors of the experience for me, and others who suffer from this condition, were the unrelenting negative thoughts that pounded in my head constantly, and I couldn’t get them to stop. I had always been a positive person, and this new condition was shocking. I would pray at night for God to take my soul. The yeast toxins inflamed my brain tissue, and everything went out of whack, beyond your imagination. It looks like mental illness. It happened so suddenly that my doctors first thought it was a buried childhood trauma which had suddenly awakened. Much later I was diagnosed with depression (which didn’t seem to capture my experience or seem to fit), and then a year later, bipolar disorder. My mood constantly shifted, and I cried a lot, with panic attacks seemingly coming out of nowhere. I was so angry I could feel it coming out of my pores. I couldn’t leave my house for about the first 6 months. I was nearly incapacitated. My boyfriend cooked all of my meals for me, and coached me through all of my fears and challenges that I was experiencing, minute by minute. I didn’t feel like me anymore. I am thinking now of the pain, and sigh in relief that it is finally over.